Gone
My world is but a haze.
As I stare through these pale eyes.
God cannot save me now,
I’m too far gone.
This world is fading as I sit.
Praying to be saved
Even though I know no one will answer
God will not save me
I’m too far gone.
Old
Why can you not see the person in me?
Just the shell of my former being?
Growing up means growing old
The sun shines upon my face
But you don’t notice because I’m not a star
Of you perfect ideal
Growing up means growing old
I sit on the floor made of ashes and dirty promises
I know your thinking of me,
Your terrible little girl
Growing up means growing old
My memory will never fade
Your deeds will be punished
By god
By evolution
By my intelligence
You will perish
That’s my gift to you
Growing up means growing old
That’s my wish for you
Growing up means growing old
Obsession
The winged worm is a prime example of a dying man.
He hides behind the screen, and horrification of his unseemly appearance.
Now he is currency in a world of monogamy.
And he is a mere shadow of his former being.
He lives under my bed
In his home, a cage
He whispers inside my head
Messages of death and rage
Who could’ve wronged him so?
His face, a painted veil
As I climb upon my bed
I admire him so
For he can cure my head
He’s so shocking
He’s so wrong
He’s my everything
He’s my god
A life lived in darkness
Is evil in the light
But he is the scapegoat of everyone that’s right
Without him you’re nothing
Without me you’re unchanged
I will never get close to his un-holy name.
He’s so shocking
He’s so wrong
He’s my everything
He’s my god
So bow to his greatness, strip yourself of shame
He will be forever
The earth’s permanently stained
Yeah
His seed will bury deeper
The more you scrub
His sent is now your being…
I am his child
We are his worms
And he is the shit upon which we feed
He’s so shocking
He’s so wrong
He’s my everything
He’s my god
The man with the snow white smile
The dinner whore
Leather straps and rubber pants
The anti-Christ for evermore!
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